Hearing Pogo's voice made goosebumps appear and my stomach do a flip of excitement. "Hey Pogo how's it going?" I asked truly curious. It had been almost 10 years since I had talked to or seen any of them.
"Rather poorly indeed miss Emily. I'm afraid I have to inform you of a horrible event."
"What's up? Your scaring me."
"Miss Emily, your father passed away last night. We are holding the funeral in 2 days."
I felt my breath catch in My throat. This had to be a horrible joke there's no way that stubborn old bastard is dead. "I'll be there by tomorrow night," I said. We said our goodbyes and I hung up. Still in shock I get in my car and take a few beep breaths.
Driving home I thought of all the possibilities of seeing Klaus again. I also thought about how sad I was to not have seen Vanya or 5.
Getting out of my car I enter my small townhouse. The walls were a baby blue color with Grey and black accents. The furniture was dark as were the curtains.
I go to my room and pull out my torqouise rolling suitcase. Filling it with most of my belongings I lay down on the bed and almost instantly pass out. Using my powers always drains me.
YOU ARE READING
The Umbrella Days
Hayran KurguEmily Hampton was the 16th child to be born that day in October.
